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eugenides can steal anything ([info]i_stealanything) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-02-15 22:15:00

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Entry tags:charlie crews, eugenides

first order of business: breakfast (open to anyone!)
Eugenides discovered one other thing that morning: he didn't like coffee.

His face wrinkled as the bitter flavor swept over his tongue and he set it down on its small plate and pushed everything away from him, sending the tiny spoon clattering out of its place. Its warmth had been extremely welcome to his otherwise cold body but he never took it back.

In the meantime, he straightened his back and looked around. Only an hour ago, he discovered himself to be sleeping on the ground well away from the comforts of his bedroom and hadn't been at the peak of himself since. He was confused, he was cold, he was hungry and his body hurt where the ground met it. The diner (they called it one) had appeared to him seemingly out of the blue and before he knew it, he was stumbling inside, welcomed as the first customer of the day. It was coated in pale cream walls and the empty couches that filled the place were of the same shade, the tables basking in the natural brown of their wood which shined when the early sunlight hit it. Eugenides sat closest to the window parting the street from the interior and he found himself gazing at the brickwork and the cemented road for the sixth time in that hour. A wave of loneliness filled his chest like water in a hollowed space.

"Here you are," a female voice said.

He turned towards the bowl of cream chowder placed before him, bits and pieces of white meat and croutons peeking out the surface and he felt his stomach move at the scent of breakfast.

"It's not much but it's soup of the day!" she said brightly, tray pressed against her skirt. "Always the first thing we finish in the morning. Want some bread to go with it?"

Eugenides nodded to her, looking frail under the weight of his tattered brown cloak. "Yes," he said after.

"Right, I'll get you some," she said with a smile, a nod, and was off.

Eugenides returned his gaze to his background. It didn't take long for the waitress to return with half a bagel on a plate and she smiled to him sweetly again. "Well, eat up! Don't worry about paying, it's on the house."

I can pay, Eugenides had almost told her but decided to keep it to himself as he nodded to her and took up the spoon on the right side of the bowl by his left hand and began to stir his breakfast. Better to keep his money for as long as he can and act as he dressed. It would come as a surprise, after all, if she saw him revealing a healthy wad of bills from his mice-nibbled cloak pocket, both of which he stole from no less than two people in the same hour.

Eagerly, he slurped his breakfast and chewed the chicken meat. Warmth washed over his body and he didn't waste time on taking another sip. Finally, breakfast! Nothing can go wrong with breakfast...

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[info]i_zen
2011-02-18 01:38 am UTC (link)
Charlie liked the waitress, or more he liked that she seemed so willing to help. Though, he did catch her slight hesitation when the young guy asked another bowl of whatever it was. His head tilted as he thought on this. Why would the waitress have a problem with serving the young man? The clothes might have suggested the young man couldn't pay for the meal, but then Charlie had no problem paying for another person's meal.

Paying for anyone's meal gave the ginger haired detective pause. He dug into his pockets and was rewarded with just enough to cover his order and maybe a little something else. That seemed a good thing. He rested his hands on the table; his attention back on the disheveled(?) young man who seemed a little out of place. Something was not right about this picture, but then Charlie didn't like seeing anyone out of sorts. He didn't like seeing someone getting the bad end of the stick if said end was undeserved. Of course, Charlie had no problem giving someone the bad end if they did indeed deserve it.

"The cobbler's good here." As if the young man had asked. "I like the apple the most."

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-02-21 01:03 pm UTC (link)
Eugenides had not needed to take a second guess that the new man was talking to him. But he took his time to finish his bread and swallow it down before he looked over his shoulder and stared at the person in the same row as he was.

"Is she going to get me some apple?" he spat carelessly, as he scratched his right arm with his left hand, moving his sleeve lower at every itch.

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[info]i_zen
2011-02-23 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Charlie's brow raised at the question. His attention shifted to the waitress, but soon it was back on the kid who needed either manners or a shower or both. He wasn't one to be picky, but Charlie knew there were others who might be.

"You would have to ask her. The cobbler is good. If you have the desire and the inclination. I always favor the apple." Charlie smiled, but there was something about that smile. Charlie didn't think people could be read by their clothes; there was any number of reasons the young man could be dressed as he was, but the question suggested he wasn't dressed that way for good reasons. Charlie would wait and see. Waiting and seeing was sometimes the best choice after all.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-02-24 01:09 pm UTC (link)
Eugenides stared at the smile that the man wore for him but he didn't put it past him. He was saved by the need to respond when the door to the kitchen opened and the waitress stepped among the dining tables with a tray at hand. His bowl of chowder was there with three plates of cobbler, a cup of coffee and a full glass of milk.

"Here you go," she said to him as she placed his second filling of soup before him and beside it, a cobbler that oozed with a deep purple filling. Unlike his other customer, though, he had nothing fancy on top of it but that was fine by him. Poor men were not known to be choosy.

He took up his fork as the waitress wished to him he'd enjoy his meal before she made her way to the other person and placed his orders on his table. "Will there be anything else, Sir?" Gen heard her ask him sweetly. As for him, he cut himself up a small piece of the cobbler, turned to look at the other man, then lifted it up for him to see that it was not apple before he ate it. It was just as well, he thought.

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[info]i_zen
2011-02-26 12:34 am UTC (link)
Charlie smiled and shrugged. Not everyone could get apple. He wasn't sure how they chose who got what type of pie. He just lifted a fork of his own cobbler in a salute of sorts in return before he tucked into his own sweets. The coffee and milk were both good to have around. The butter and the ice cream was good, too. It was the small things that made life pretty good. Even if the one thing he really wanted he still didn't have - his freedom.

Charlie didn't say anything else for the moment, letting the young man enjoy his food. Charlie didn't mind being quiet; he didn't have to talk all the time; it wasn't that Charlie was overly conscious of social norms, but he could still be polite. He continued to enjoy his treats and drinks.

"New in town?" Charlie spoke up finally. It wasn't like he was bothering anyone, right?

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-02-28 01:40 pm UTC (link)
Eugenides had just swallowed a spoonful of his soup before he looked over his shoulder and found himself staring at the man with two cobblers again. He looked at his face, the features of his lips...why did this man seem interested in him?

"Relatively," he said, and then turned back to his chowder and took three more spoonfuls before he abandoned his spoon in the half-sea of soup and turned back with his elbow over the top of his bench, his sleeve sagging over his right, still. "It's a nice place, I think. The people here are friendly," he said, eyes flat on the other man.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-02 01:55 am UTC (link)
Charlie took a few bites of his cobbler, first apple, then berry. He wasn't going to limit his taste buds to just one fruit at a time. It created an interesting sensation, the mixing tastes. As well as the ice cream. He even experimented with various combinations of drink and cobbler. He didn't get very far though, as the young raggedy man turned round to speak.

"People can be nice. They aren't always, but they can be. That goes for almost every place. People have the ability to be nice as well as not nice. Having said that, we have the same ability. We are people, aren't we?" Charlie smiled at the young man.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-03 12:44 pm UTC (link)
Eugenides grinned back, betraying his age a little further if his lost face hadn't already done so. People would be pleased to know that he didn't allow his less-than-lucky disposition to mar the general welfare of his teeth.

Lifting his right elbow to rest over the back of his couch, his sleeve sagging, hidden away from the man, he asked in the same light-hearted tone that the conversation demanded, "Can you kindly tell me more about this place, then?" And he could start with where it was or what it was called, Gen thought.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-04 01:39 am UTC (link)
"I could. You could join me if you want. We're already talking, so moving seats wouldn't be that much further to go." Charlie took a bite of apple cobbler, smiling as he ate it. He preferred fresh fruit, but the cobbler was definitely worth forgoing the freshness factor. Then again, the cobbler was fresh, so was he really forgoing anything?

"I can tell you what I know, but I don't know if it will be more. It certainly would not be less. It may be exactly what you know." Charlie shrugged and took a sip of milk.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-08 12:38 pm UTC (link)
OOC: I'm here!

Ahhh, but details, details!

Eugenides had gazed out the window as if to think about the offer before he reached for his bowl of soup with his left hand and drained it of its contents. Then leaving it there with his cold cup of coffee, he lifted himself easily to his feet, cobbler and fork in tow, then strode over to the man who was about to tell him the obvious, his unfortunate piece of cloak sweeping the floor as he approached.

Then he dumped himself unceremoniously in front of the red-haired man but placed his dish carefully and nicely on his new tabletop. "Try me," he said, shoulders relaxed against the support behind it.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-08 10:27 pm UTC (link)
"You are in the City. People come from different times and places. Some are good, some are bad - people, times, and places." Charlie for the moment felt like he was setting the stage for some episode of Twilight Zone, as if this kid was about to have his world flipped completely upside down. Then again, it could be very much like the kid's home. Charlie wouldn't know. There were times the strange prison world was very much like LA just in its strangeness.

"People don't like criminals, unless they are one, criminals. There are the police, somewhat effective. There is one insane asylum, meant for the criminally insane. There are rules, unspoken more than spoken." Of course, Charlie would notice these things first. He lived them; he was a cop. He always would be.

"There is good food, and bad. It's much like the people." He gave the kid a slight smile. "Fruit. Lots of fruit, good fruit." Charlie gave the waitress a slight nod as she came by with fresh coffee. He quickly finished off his milk, so that she could take the glass away. A slow wipe of his lips with the napkin allowed him sometime to think.

"The streets and buildings move. You could say even in the most stable and immobile cities there is a sense of vibrations, motion, but here, they really do move. Or more they change places. I've yet to actually see them move, but if they are not where you last left them, then they must have moved. Or you do. It's hard to tell sometimes." His eyes narrowed as he thought once more, but with a hmph, he turned to the remaining bits of cobbler.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-09 03:59 pm UTC (link)
As the man narrated to him the facts that he may or may not be aware of only a few moments ago, Eugenides has entertained himself with the tiny fork he'd brought along with him from the other table, smudged a little by its head with the blueberry filling. He made no physical reaction at the mention of law enforcement, holding the fork upright as though to study by the very end of its handle as he was given a background about the fruits of the place, and smiled back when he was smiled upon.

When the waitress arrived to interrupt them, she asked him, more kindly now that he'd moved tables, "You haven't touched your coffee at all, Sir. Would you like to have something else?"

"Can I have milk?" he asked, laying again the question out there in the open. He said nothing with the woman wore her silence, nodded, and went away to retrieve their orders.

With the time it took for the man to finish his response, Eugenides adjusted his grip on his fork, scooped a small portion of his cobbler and slid it very neatly into his mouth. He observed that the tips were clean before he used it to gesture at his companion.

"In other words, this city is sentient," he said to summarize. "It has good and bad people, good and bad foods and the buildings move when you aren't looking. What's it called, again?" Because as far as Gen was concerned, he didn't start with that.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-10 01:21 am UTC (link)
Charlie watched the waitress while she served, giving her another nod in thanks. His attention though was on the young man across the table from him. Something was definitely working in that brain, and Charlie was somewhat curious to know what. He dressed poorly, but that didn't mean he couldn't afford the meal. Yet, Charlie had a feeling the waitress might suspect such. The detective wasn't one who wouldn't pay for another person's meal, but he wasn't fond of people who took advantage of others. So, he'd wait to see how things turned out before he acted on his suspicisions.

"The City. Capital C on City, no other name." He shrugged as he took another bite of cobbler. They were very good, but he wasn't going to order more than what he had. Why did he need more? Two servings would suit him well enough for now. Plus, he was already thinking of the fruit stands outside.

"Yes, good, bad, moving. You've got it. Of course, it doesn't mean much in theory. It's the application that will get you. No matter what, remember this could be all a dream, and you'll wake up tomorrow wherever you were before. Perhaps you really are just a butterfly dreaming you were a man." He took his coffee cup up and raised it as if in salute before taking a sip.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-10 11:51 am UTC (link)
If this were a dream, I'd stab anyone who wakes me, were the words that lined up by the tip of his tongue but he kept them at bay and let his smile make his response instead. Gen could only be too familiar with dreams (although very rarely had he had a good one) and this, he was almost certain, was not.

"Whoever built this city has the creativity of a fish," Eugenides noted as he ate his cobbler again, practically polishing it off before he tossed the fork onto the plate, took his glass of milk and sipped from it. "How long did it take you to find out about these facts?"

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-11 12:49 am UTC (link)
Charlie paused at the saying. He had never thought of fish as overly creative. Instead of saying so, he took the last bite of the berry cobbler and thought about it. He supposed a fish could be creative if it were that sort of fish, but he wasn't sure he'd ever seen a creative fish. Then again, how would he knew whether or not the fish were creative? He didn't speak fish, nor did he know any fish personally. So, his ability to reason whether or not the fish could could creative was slightly limited by his lack of experience or information. He hmphed softly and focused on the question.

"I have learned them by experiencing them. Many of them. Some of them I've been told. I've been here..." The detective had to think about this one too. How long had he been here? "Not as long as I've been not here. Been elsewhere. I've been mostly elsewhere." Charlie nodded, as if that were a good enough answer. It was actually all the answer the kid was going to get at the moment. Charlie honestly had no idea how long he'd been in the City.

"I'll ask my friend for exact numbers; he does numbers. I don't." Charlie did other things. Sure, he had to do numbers on occasion, but he was better at the other things.

"How creative are fish anyway?" Charlie looked as if he really did want to know.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-14 12:58 pm UTC (link)
"Not very," Eugenides said, in a tone that stated the obvious.

He didn't like how this man was being vague, and neither did he enjoy the fact that the city was just the same. He finished his milk, placed the glass back on the table before he leaned lazily against the cushions of his seat, left arm spread wide against the back of it. He swung a leg over his other one so that it crossed, and he stared at the smudge of blueberry on his plate, looking pensively...

"So where's this friend of yours?" he asked, looking up to his companion, kicking his lifted leg up a little, looking comfortable.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-14 11:35 pm UTC (link)
Charlie watched the young man. Well, at least he didn't seem to mind the news. Then again, some people took certain bits of news in stride, while others did not. He watched his fellow diner for a moment before finishing up the other cobbler and nudging the plates away.

"He's not here. As in the diner. He is in the City. Or he was. He might not be any longer, I suppose. It really depends, I guess, on whether or not he's been sent home, if it can be said that anyone can be sent 'home.'" Charlie gave this a thought or two as he took a sip of coffee. It was interesting.

"He may be at home or wherever he goes. I should probably find that out..." Charlie took another sip of coffee.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-16 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Home? Now that can't be right!

Eugenides made a frown at that, never mind the fact that he really couldn't comprehend the idea of "home" at such a place as this was. But...well, he supposed that he was counting on meeting that friend to better understand his current predicament -- that is to say, his current circumstances.

"...where is home?" he muttered suddenly. "Or," Gen shrugged a little. "Where do you go home to? Where do people go home here?" Because he wasn't ready to live in foreign streets just yet.

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-18 01:58 am UTC (link)
"My home is wherever I sleep many times, though some times my home is more comfortable than other times. Then again, I guess a home really isn't a home unless you feel at home and those places I don't feel comfortable aren't really home. My home is currently in a mansion. It changes places, so I don't believe any address will help." Charlie shrugged and leaned back in the booth, watching the young man.

"People go to their own places. Some live in houses, others apartments. Some have condos. Some even live out in the Park. I've had a few people live with me at the mansion. Actually, it's my friend's mansion, but he lets me live there." Charlie didn't say that it had actually been his before, and somehow Ted had been deeded it. No, he just let it be Ted's mansion.

"I hear that some people actually find keys in pockets. I found car keys once. Keys fit in all sorts of locks." Other things fit in some of those locks. Locks weren't always a problem when people knew how to work them.

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[info]i_stealanything
2011-03-19 10:21 am UTC (link)
Locks used to be completely useless to Eugenides although he liked to think that they still are, relatively.

And that has got to be the most complicated definition of home that he'd ever heard of.

He did search through his pockets for anything that resembled a key but all he had was money, a wrapping of sorts, and dirt. He flicked them out of his nails when they dug in and frowned a little at the lack of the magical key he sought for. His god probably deemed it too...unnecessary for him.

"Well, I have none," Eugenides admitted bluntly. "Perhaps, I shall look for one, though." And with that, he stood up with the purpose of a determined man and swept out of the table. "Thank you. I'll keep your words in mind."

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[info]i_zen
2011-03-31 12:57 am UTC (link)
Charlie nodded giving the poor fellow a slight smile. He didn't race after Gen when he left, but he did make a mental note. Gen had left without paying. It didn't seem right, but it did happen. Charlie paid both their bills and left not long after the young man did. He had watched Gen through the windows, and once he was outside, he paused to get an idea of what way the guy had gone.

He didn't see anyone in clothes that suggested much worse for wear, but he didn't expect to. The detective had a mystery on his hands, only he now had to decide what would what if he actually succeeded in finding the answer to said mystery.

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